[Scene] The Long Awaited Lap Ride!
Wellington: ((you just wanna grab that scarf of his, don'cha Acro)
Acro: ((and strannnnnnnnnngle))
Acro: *It's an ordinary day at the prison, and Acro is in a better mood than usual as he leaves the library with an illustrated encyclopedia of animals. He's beeing working hard on his crafts to keep him busy lately, but there are only so many common animals you can make out of folded paper - he's determined to come up with something really unique.*
*As he rolls down the hall he doesn't pay as much attention as he should to how fast he's going as he approaches a corner.*
Wellington: *Wellington happens to be rounding the same corner towards the library, intending on visiting the history section once more so he could read and remark to himself at how similar his plights are to those of ancient heroes, when before he knows it his way was cut off by the muscular cripple and his handy wheelchair... the later of which drives right over his left foot. As soon as the wheel rolls off, Wellington screams and falls backwards, holding his foot, his eyes almost tearing from the pain.* Why don't you watch where you're going!!! My foot! My... my shoe..!!! AHH!! You ruined my foot AND my shoe!!
Acro: *Acro immediately breaks, and turns towards Wellington with a start.* O...oh! I'm sorry! *He winces guiltily and tries to lean forward, offering his hand.* I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. Are you all right?
Wellington: You ran over my shoe like I was some lower-class person on the street, how do you think I feel?? *He ignores the hand, pouting and staring at his foot. Slowly, he takes the shoe off, gasping as it brushes against the painful top of his foot.* It's... *glances at his foot, then at the badly scuffed shoe* It's ruined!
Acro: I'm sorry. I'll replace it, I promise! *Acro watches him worriedly* I didn't break your foot, did I...?
Wellington: These shoes can't be replaced! They're-- *he tried to stand, but gasped and stumbled back to a seated position on the floor, then moaned and clutched his foot with his hands*
Acro: *Acro winces again.* You should go to the clinic... I hope it's not broken. Your toes aren't numb, are they?
Wellington: *looks a bit panicked* It might be broken! Ohh... it might bruise, too... this isn't classy at all! *bites his lip in worry*
Acro: *Acro scratches the back of his neck, looking around for a guard to help them, but there don't seem to be any immediately nearby* We have to get you to the clinic... *Though he suspects Wellington won't agree, he suggests it anyway.* If you can't walk, I can carry you.
Wellington: Carry me? Well.... of course you should offer. I am first-rate and deserve to be carried, and you do owe me for rolling over my foot. *glances at his beefy arms, then turns away with his chin up haughtily* ...But I don't like being touched by anyone of a lower class than me. I'll get there on my own. *tries to stand again, keeping an annoyed expression on his face, until he puts weight on the foot and instantly gasps and collapses against the wall*
Acro: *Acro continues to watch with concern* It's too far for you to hop. Just let me take you. *After a thoughtful pause he adds,* There's no one around. They won't see.
Wellington: *grimaces and balances on one foot* Don't act like you know everything. How would you even carry me? You can't even walk.
Acro: Well... *Acro smiles sheepishly* If you sit with me, I can wheel us both there. It's no trouble at all.
Wellington: *stares at Acro* You can't be serious... *glances up and down the hall, looks down at his foot, then sighs* Alright then... I suppose it's a touch more dignified than limping there like a crippled person. *watches Acro hesitantly*
Acro: *Acro slips the book he checked out behind his back, and adjusts the blanket he usually keeps over his legs.* It's the least I can do. We'll be there in no time. *He wheels a bit closer and offers his hands to help him*
Wellington: *stares a bit longer, then reluctantly eases himself onto Acro's lap, sitting sideways with his legs over one of the armrests* ..................... *looks down the hall instead of at Acro, blushing angrily*
Acro: *Acro, however, doesn't seem embarrassed at all. He starts to wheel them down the hall at a swift pace - if they run into anyone else, at least they're heading towards the clinic.* I really am sorry about this. Can I make it up to you somehow?
Wellington: Don't bother. There's nothing you can do for someone like me. *crosses his arms, still refusing to look at Acro as they travel*
Acro: Nothing at all? *he frowns* Not even something from outside? If you need new shoes, I can ask one of my friends outside to help get you some.
Wellington: *frowns* Well....................... I guess any shoes from outside would be better than the ones they issue here. I'll consider it.
Acro: I'm glad. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to manage anything fancy, but they're just shoes, right? *They reach another corner, which he is much more careful about turning around.*
Wellington: Just shoes? *scoffs and shrugs one shoulder* Don't you know anything about fashion? About owning a pair of shoes that just look perfect when you wear them? If I wore a cheap pair of shoes I'd feel just as cheap. I wouldn't degrade myself like that.
Acro: Oh, well... *Acro smiles weakly, trying not to sound amused.* I don't wear shoes, just slippers, so I guess fashion really doesn't matter to me that much.
Wellington: Doesn't matter? *widens his eyes slightly* How can it not matter to you?
Acro: Well...why would it? *Acro shrugs* I can't see my own feet most of the time, so it doesn't really matter to me what they look like.
Wellington: *just shakes his head, baffled* Heh, I guess I shouldn't expect everyone to be capable of understanding what it's like.
Acro: Nope, I guess not. *He sees the door to the clinic ahead and heads for it.* But you probably don't understand why I like birds and origami, so we're even, right?
Wellington: Animals and paper? Yeah, I don't. ...Let me get off before you get to the door.
Acro: All right, if you want. *Acro slows to a halt just outside the clinic, and reaches to gently help Wellington off* See? No time at all.
Wellington: *limps to his feet, managing to get to the door and hang onto the handle for support* Felt like forever to me.
Acro: *Acro watches him.* Are you going to need help getting back?
Wellington: The staff may be incompetent but I'm sure I can convince them I deserve at least a crutch.
Acro: Oh, right. *Acro twiddles his thumbs, looking reluctant to leave.* So you'll be okay?
Wellington: Of course I will. I'm first-rate. *pushes the door open with his shoulder and enters, then closes it behind him without giving Acro another glance*
Acro: *Acro starts to reply, but by then Wellington is already gone. With a sigh he turns himself around and heads off.* I hope it's not broken...
Acro: ((and strannnnnnnnnngle))
Acro: *It's an ordinary day at the prison, and Acro is in a better mood than usual as he leaves the library with an illustrated encyclopedia of animals. He's beeing working hard on his crafts to keep him busy lately, but there are only so many common animals you can make out of folded paper - he's determined to come up with something really unique.*
*As he rolls down the hall he doesn't pay as much attention as he should to how fast he's going as he approaches a corner.*
Wellington: *Wellington happens to be rounding the same corner towards the library, intending on visiting the history section once more so he could read and remark to himself at how similar his plights are to those of ancient heroes, when before he knows it his way was cut off by the muscular cripple and his handy wheelchair... the later of which drives right over his left foot. As soon as the wheel rolls off, Wellington screams and falls backwards, holding his foot, his eyes almost tearing from the pain.* Why don't you watch where you're going!!! My foot! My... my shoe..!!! AHH!! You ruined my foot AND my shoe!!
Acro: *Acro immediately breaks, and turns towards Wellington with a start.* O...oh! I'm sorry! *He winces guiltily and tries to lean forward, offering his hand.* I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. Are you all right?
Wellington: You ran over my shoe like I was some lower-class person on the street, how do you think I feel?? *He ignores the hand, pouting and staring at his foot. Slowly, he takes the shoe off, gasping as it brushes against the painful top of his foot.* It's... *glances at his foot, then at the badly scuffed shoe* It's ruined!
Acro: I'm sorry. I'll replace it, I promise! *Acro watches him worriedly* I didn't break your foot, did I...?
Wellington: These shoes can't be replaced! They're-- *he tried to stand, but gasped and stumbled back to a seated position on the floor, then moaned and clutched his foot with his hands*
Acro: *Acro winces again.* You should go to the clinic... I hope it's not broken. Your toes aren't numb, are they?
Wellington: *looks a bit panicked* It might be broken! Ohh... it might bruise, too... this isn't classy at all! *bites his lip in worry*
Acro: *Acro scratches the back of his neck, looking around for a guard to help them, but there don't seem to be any immediately nearby* We have to get you to the clinic... *Though he suspects Wellington won't agree, he suggests it anyway.* If you can't walk, I can carry you.
Wellington: Carry me? Well.... of course you should offer. I am first-rate and deserve to be carried, and you do owe me for rolling over my foot. *glances at his beefy arms, then turns away with his chin up haughtily* ...But I don't like being touched by anyone of a lower class than me. I'll get there on my own. *tries to stand again, keeping an annoyed expression on his face, until he puts weight on the foot and instantly gasps and collapses against the wall*
Acro: *Acro continues to watch with concern* It's too far for you to hop. Just let me take you. *After a thoughtful pause he adds,* There's no one around. They won't see.
Wellington: *grimaces and balances on one foot* Don't act like you know everything. How would you even carry me? You can't even walk.
Acro: Well... *Acro smiles sheepishly* If you sit with me, I can wheel us both there. It's no trouble at all.
Wellington: *stares at Acro* You can't be serious... *glances up and down the hall, looks down at his foot, then sighs* Alright then... I suppose it's a touch more dignified than limping there like a crippled person. *watches Acro hesitantly*
Acro: *Acro slips the book he checked out behind his back, and adjusts the blanket he usually keeps over his legs.* It's the least I can do. We'll be there in no time. *He wheels a bit closer and offers his hands to help him*
Wellington: *stares a bit longer, then reluctantly eases himself onto Acro's lap, sitting sideways with his legs over one of the armrests* ..................... *looks down the hall instead of at Acro, blushing angrily*
Acro: *Acro, however, doesn't seem embarrassed at all. He starts to wheel them down the hall at a swift pace - if they run into anyone else, at least they're heading towards the clinic.* I really am sorry about this. Can I make it up to you somehow?
Wellington: Don't bother. There's nothing you can do for someone like me. *crosses his arms, still refusing to look at Acro as they travel*
Acro: Nothing at all? *he frowns* Not even something from outside? If you need new shoes, I can ask one of my friends outside to help get you some.
Wellington: *frowns* Well....................... I guess any shoes from outside would be better than the ones they issue here. I'll consider it.
Acro: I'm glad. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to manage anything fancy, but they're just shoes, right? *They reach another corner, which he is much more careful about turning around.*
Wellington: Just shoes? *scoffs and shrugs one shoulder* Don't you know anything about fashion? About owning a pair of shoes that just look perfect when you wear them? If I wore a cheap pair of shoes I'd feel just as cheap. I wouldn't degrade myself like that.
Acro: Oh, well... *Acro smiles weakly, trying not to sound amused.* I don't wear shoes, just slippers, so I guess fashion really doesn't matter to me that much.
Wellington: Doesn't matter? *widens his eyes slightly* How can it not matter to you?
Acro: Well...why would it? *Acro shrugs* I can't see my own feet most of the time, so it doesn't really matter to me what they look like.
Wellington: *just shakes his head, baffled* Heh, I guess I shouldn't expect everyone to be capable of understanding what it's like.
Acro: Nope, I guess not. *He sees the door to the clinic ahead and heads for it.* But you probably don't understand why I like birds and origami, so we're even, right?
Wellington: Animals and paper? Yeah, I don't. ...Let me get off before you get to the door.
Acro: All right, if you want. *Acro slows to a halt just outside the clinic, and reaches to gently help Wellington off* See? No time at all.
Wellington: *limps to his feet, managing to get to the door and hang onto the handle for support* Felt like forever to me.
Acro: *Acro watches him.* Are you going to need help getting back?
Wellington: The staff may be incompetent but I'm sure I can convince them I deserve at least a crutch.
Acro: Oh, right. *Acro twiddles his thumbs, looking reluctant to leave.* So you'll be okay?
Wellington: Of course I will. I'm first-rate. *pushes the door open with his shoulder and enters, then closes it behind him without giving Acro another glance*
Acro: *Acro starts to reply, but by then Wellington is already gone. With a sigh he turns himself around and heads off.* I hope it's not broken...